Bound: A Kyuuketsuki Miyu fanfic
By yutamiyu
Larva's defeat and entrance into servitude.
The fog and the darkness have quickly become my dear companions.
I emerge onto this land as a stopping-point on my current voyage back to the western-lands. I survey my surroundings.
"Such an indigent country," I remark. "I don't feel the need to conquer it myself."
"I don't know about that." The voice is calm, soft. Female. I quickly turn around.
There is a child. A young girl in a white kimono with purple ribbon. She has a strange and mystical aura surrounding her...a Shinma of this land, perhaps?
"Welcome to Japan, western-Shinma," she tells me. "I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to advance any further."
I scoff. "What an impudent little girl." I am condescending. "Are you a Japanese Shinma?"
The wind blows from behind me; cold, harsh.
"I am the Watcher," she replies calmly. "And under the pretext of the Watcher, I won't allow you to do as you wish. Especially here in Japan."
Watcher. I have heard of this girl. I had thought the Watcher to have been much older than this child standing before me. It does not really matter. The Watcher, whoever she may be, is an annoyance that must be destroyed.
"So you're the Watcher," I muse. "If I defeat you here--" I raise my arm in a defensive pose, ready to attack at a moment's notice. "--the Shinma society of Japan will fall into my hands." I flex my claws. "Expect no mercy, little lady."
I lunge.
She is there to counter. She is a better fighter than I had anticipated.
No, not a fighter.
Dodger.
She is merely evading my attack-never countering with an attack of her own.
She seems to not want to destroy me, but I cannot possibly imagine why. I thought the duty of the Watcher was to destroy stray Shinma such as myself without giving a second thought to it.
Could it be that the Watcher has feelings?
Could it be that the Watcher has a heart?
We continue fighting. I strike, she dodges. Over and over. The pattern of our dance continues, unchanging.
I make the first ripple in the water. I unsheathe my scythe. We continue our fight. I soon lose track of time within our bout.
Not that time means much to me as it is.
Shinma have practically no sense of time. It is true, however, that we can eventually age and die, but our life span far exceeds that of a mere human. All Shinma can prolong their lives by attacking humans and stealing their energies--it is this very crime that the Watcher keeps in check.
I strike again.
My blow hits. I cut off part of the bow wrapping around her belly.
I have made the Watcher nervous. Her moves will soon become sloppy.
That is when I will move in for the kill.
The Watcher is angered. "Has your pride dropped so low that you will attack an unarmed person with a bladed weapon?"
Shinma...have always been proud...
I drop my scythe.
The Watcher was not expecting this. I use this as an opportunity to strike.
"I don't need a weapon to defeat you, Watcher!" I yell as I make my way towards her.
The Watcher is saddened at what I have just said. Has she heard this before, or has she herself said my very words? Does she fight me out of duty and duty only? If so, why does she not strike at me?
The Watcher does not move to dodge my attack.
I feel the heat of her body as my arm slides through and emerges from the other side.
The Watcher says no words. She doesn't even attempt to look into the eyes of her slayer. I stare down at her. Never before have I met such an opponent. How could I have thought her to be a mere child...?
Her eyes glow. Bright red. Her mouth opens...revealing a pair of glistening fangs.
I did not see it coming. She instantly sinks her fangs into my neck, drawing my blood.
My blood has never before this night been spilled.
This child...this Watcher...has taken the blood of Lava, the western-Shinma?
I feel the heat of her blood entering my body. I can see my blood entering hers. I am now bound by blood with this Watcher.
Bound...to destroy?
I see images flash quickly through my head. They are not of hatred of her killer, but rather, sorrow that her fate has brought her to this point. I can see both sides of the Watcher-the side that she shows, a mature woman of mind despite outwardly appearances, and the scared, lost, lonely child which I know that somehow she has always been.
I find myself sympathizing with her.
I find myself wanting to protect her. So that the scared child will never have to rear her head again.
Our blood continues to run together.
I pull my arm out from inside her and pull her into an embrace. Her fangs slowly slide out of my neck and her head rocks against my chest.
"...Why?" I finally manage.
"I am the Watcher," she replies, in the same steady voice she had used before our fight. "I am immortal. I craved blood. Yours was convenient to ensure my survival."
"Am I to die, then?" I ask her. Surely she would seal me into the darkness for attempting to take her life.
She shakes her head and stands up, breaking my hold on her. She offers a hand to me. "Like I said," she explains, as though I were a child, "I am immortal. And I have just received your blood. However, you have also received mine. That makes you...immortal."
"So I have the rest of eternity to kill you, then?"
"If you so desire."
This Watcher...she speaks with wisdom far beyond her years. I have not seen such a person for quite a long time.
I take her hand.
We have established a basis of trust.
She helps me to my feet.
"You have defeated me," I say. "What more do you desire from me?"
Surely she would seal me into the darkness...
"Nothing," she replies simply. "I just want you to take charge of my life."
I am shocked, and somewhat confused. "Your life?"
The Watcher is sad, burdened. "I want you to end my life when I feel the need to escape from this ring of fate."
She captures my gaze, and I return it. This Watcher...she has something about her that I have not seen before in all of my travels.
I am somehow drawn to her.
I bow my head. "I shall swear, then...to serve and be with you as long as you wish."
We now have an eternity together.
Together.
To live.
Together.
Eternity.
Together.
Forever.
~End~
By yutamiyu
Larva's defeat and entrance into servitude.
The fog and the darkness have quickly become my dear companions.
I emerge onto this land as a stopping-point on my current voyage back to the western-lands. I survey my surroundings.
"Such an indigent country," I remark. "I don't feel the need to conquer it myself."
"I don't know about that." The voice is calm, soft. Female. I quickly turn around.
There is a child. A young girl in a white kimono with purple ribbon. She has a strange and mystical aura surrounding her...a Shinma of this land, perhaps?
"Welcome to Japan, western-Shinma," she tells me. "I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to advance any further."
I scoff. "What an impudent little girl." I am condescending. "Are you a Japanese Shinma?"
The wind blows from behind me; cold, harsh.
"I am the Watcher," she replies calmly. "And under the pretext of the Watcher, I won't allow you to do as you wish. Especially here in Japan."
Watcher. I have heard of this girl. I had thought the Watcher to have been much older than this child standing before me. It does not really matter. The Watcher, whoever she may be, is an annoyance that must be destroyed.
"So you're the Watcher," I muse. "If I defeat you here--" I raise my arm in a defensive pose, ready to attack at a moment's notice. "--the Shinma society of Japan will fall into my hands." I flex my claws. "Expect no mercy, little lady."
I lunge.
She is there to counter. She is a better fighter than I had anticipated.
No, not a fighter.
Dodger.
She is merely evading my attack-never countering with an attack of her own.
She seems to not want to destroy me, but I cannot possibly imagine why. I thought the duty of the Watcher was to destroy stray Shinma such as myself without giving a second thought to it.
Could it be that the Watcher has feelings?
Could it be that the Watcher has a heart?
We continue fighting. I strike, she dodges. Over and over. The pattern of our dance continues, unchanging.
I make the first ripple in the water. I unsheathe my scythe. We continue our fight. I soon lose track of time within our bout.
Not that time means much to me as it is.
Shinma have practically no sense of time. It is true, however, that we can eventually age and die, but our life span far exceeds that of a mere human. All Shinma can prolong their lives by attacking humans and stealing their energies--it is this very crime that the Watcher keeps in check.
I strike again.
My blow hits. I cut off part of the bow wrapping around her belly.
I have made the Watcher nervous. Her moves will soon become sloppy.
That is when I will move in for the kill.
The Watcher is angered. "Has your pride dropped so low that you will attack an unarmed person with a bladed weapon?"
Shinma...have always been proud...
I drop my scythe.
The Watcher was not expecting this. I use this as an opportunity to strike.
"I don't need a weapon to defeat you, Watcher!" I yell as I make my way towards her.
The Watcher is saddened at what I have just said. Has she heard this before, or has she herself said my very words? Does she fight me out of duty and duty only? If so, why does she not strike at me?
The Watcher does not move to dodge my attack.
I feel the heat of her body as my arm slides through and emerges from the other side.
The Watcher says no words. She doesn't even attempt to look into the eyes of her slayer. I stare down at her. Never before have I met such an opponent. How could I have thought her to be a mere child...?
Her eyes glow. Bright red. Her mouth opens...revealing a pair of glistening fangs.
I did not see it coming. She instantly sinks her fangs into my neck, drawing my blood.
My blood has never before this night been spilled.
This child...this Watcher...has taken the blood of Lava, the western-Shinma?
I feel the heat of her blood entering my body. I can see my blood entering hers. I am now bound by blood with this Watcher.
Bound...to destroy?
I see images flash quickly through my head. They are not of hatred of her killer, but rather, sorrow that her fate has brought her to this point. I can see both sides of the Watcher-the side that she shows, a mature woman of mind despite outwardly appearances, and the scared, lost, lonely child which I know that somehow she has always been.
I find myself sympathizing with her.
I find myself wanting to protect her. So that the scared child will never have to rear her head again.
Our blood continues to run together.
I pull my arm out from inside her and pull her into an embrace. Her fangs slowly slide out of my neck and her head rocks against my chest.
"...Why?" I finally manage.
"I am the Watcher," she replies, in the same steady voice she had used before our fight. "I am immortal. I craved blood. Yours was convenient to ensure my survival."
"Am I to die, then?" I ask her. Surely she would seal me into the darkness for attempting to take her life.
She shakes her head and stands up, breaking my hold on her. She offers a hand to me. "Like I said," she explains, as though I were a child, "I am immortal. And I have just received your blood. However, you have also received mine. That makes you...immortal."
"So I have the rest of eternity to kill you, then?"
"If you so desire."
This Watcher...she speaks with wisdom far beyond her years. I have not seen such a person for quite a long time.
I take her hand.
We have established a basis of trust.
She helps me to my feet.
"You have defeated me," I say. "What more do you desire from me?"
Surely she would seal me into the darkness...
"Nothing," she replies simply. "I just want you to take charge of my life."
I am shocked, and somewhat confused. "Your life?"
The Watcher is sad, burdened. "I want you to end my life when I feel the need to escape from this ring of fate."
She captures my gaze, and I return it. This Watcher...she has something about her that I have not seen before in all of my travels.
I am somehow drawn to her.
I bow my head. "I shall swear, then...to serve and be with you as long as you wish."
We now have an eternity together.
Together.
To live.
Together.
Eternity.
Together.
Forever.
~End~